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I was still shaking, the adrenaline flow keeping a portion of my wolf alive. Every sense was heightened, the golden glow still surrounding my eyes. I took scattered breaths as I walked toward my cabin, the rage still close to the surface. There was no doubt she’d seen everything, but instead of shock, I’d seen an expression of awe.
Gregor followed me inside, turning on lights as I moved immediately toward the master bedroom. As I eased her down onto the bed, brushing hair from her face, a stream of moonlight shimmered over her porcelain skin. She was far more beautiful at this moment than ever before, yanking at my desire.
I bit back a growl as I pulled a blanket from the end of the bed, placing it over her. She was still cold to the touch, but very much alive. I’d stood in the shadows for a few minutes, merely watching her sleep. I had no way of knowing what she’d remember when she awoke, the event likely highly traumatizing. I dragged my tongue across my still protruding canines, able to taste the blood of the beast.
At least for a few precious minutes, we’d been as one, able to feel the same things, communicate without speaking. She was such a tenacious woman, refusing to accept any direction. She’d disobeyed me on several levels, refusing to back down on her need to find information.
On her desire to hunt the truth.
One word continued to play in my mind that I didn’t understand. She’d managed to shut it out of her mind more than once.
Father.
I would need to find out more and would, but only after she’d recovered. The situation was getting out of hand. Why had she been at Montenegro’s building in the middle of the night? She was highly intelligent as well as no fool. Whatever she was searching for, she’d risked far too much, even though I’d sensed her strong conviction even during the battle.
I was firmly convinced Chris Montenegro was behind the attacks.
The fight had been horrific although only lasting a few minutes, the stricken wolf able to race off into the night. He would survive, neither the wounds created from her weapon or the vicious attack causing permanent damage. It had been my decision not to follow him, one that I knew had infuriated Gregor. However, I refused to leave her side.
I took a deep whiff, allowing the sweet scent of her perfume to enter my nostrils, forcing the stench of the LaRue wolf out of my system. He’d been a voracious fighter, capable of doing significant damage; however, I’d sensed he’d pulled back.
As if the sparring was more to his liking.
A game.
The fucker was playing a game with us. Unfortunately, I was aware of the prize. Vanessa. I felt the twisting of my muscles, my wolf threatening to rise to the surface once again. I was forced to turn away, walking out of the room for fear of not being able to control my rage.
The mess had been left for someone else to clean, sirens already close as we’d rushed out of the parking lot. And how would Montenegro react to his wolf boy having been in the middle of a fight with Wolfen? I snickered at the thought.
I found Gregor in the kitchen with a beer in each hand, his expression blank. As he walked toward me, he searched my eyes, finally shaking his head.
“You need to back down, brother. Your beast is far too hungry,” he said as he handed me the cold bottle.
I immediately pulled it to my head, rolling it back and forth in an effort to ease the tension. “And I will.” I heard the defiance in my voice, the ugliness that had surrounded me for the last few days. Even a man like Gregor didn’t deserve my wrath.
To his credit, he said nothing, merely lifting his bottle. “The bastard was strong.”
“He was playing with us,” I countered.
Gregor laughed. “You noticed that too. I could have easily snapped his neck. What bothered me was that he seemed to anticipate our moves. Perhaps I should have ripped his throat apart.”
“And you know as well as I do that if either one of us had, another could have been sent in his place. However, you are right. This particular wolf has sparred with other packs before. He was toying with us, daring us to kill him.”
“Why would he do that?”
Exhaling, I stared at the bottle before taking a gulp. Who could be certain of anything at this point? “I don’t know, but I have a distinct feeling this wolf feels superior, perhaps fueled by whatever payment he is promised. Did you gather his scent?”
He thought about my question, his eyes opening wide. “Yes, pungent in odor as if he was…” He shifted his gaze in my direction.
“Searching for his mate.” Fuck. Did he actually believe that Vanessa belonged to him?
“This isn’t good, brother, and it doesn’t make any sense; however, if Montenegro is behind this, it’s time we deal with him,” Gregor snarled.
“We are required to make certain.” I issued the words with absolute disdain in the tone.
“As if you give a shit, but you’re right and as you well know, there will be questions why the beast wasn’t captured. We had the single opportunity to stop the bastard from killing again.”
“I am aware of that, Gregor. And you know my answer. He’s also the only connection we have to who is behind the attacks, and I doubt the wolf is working alone.” I threw him a nasty glare, daring him to fight me.
